Chapter Thirty-Five: The Weight of Protecting Her (Part Two)

Yan Fang’s sudden shout was like a thunderclap, shattering the strange, desolate atmosphere and snapping everyone back to reality. Oblivious to the odd looks from the crowd, Yan Fang, eager for validation, turned abruptly to Yun Shuang and said, “Miss Yun, this concerns your reward of one thousand taels of silver!” That reward—Fan the Scoundrel would never pay it. Whether Miss Yun would receive it depended entirely on who would take charge of the Luo family next.

Yun Shuang was silent.

Fatty was puzzled; Li Changfeng’s words were too sophisticated for him, and he couldn’t wrap his head around them.

The runner-up team from Finland’s premier league, Honka, was formidable, but Spain still had the upper hand in terms of strength. Yet, as the saying goes, there are no weak teams in European competitions, and the Spaniards went all out.

“Chengcheng, when did you arrive? Why didn’t you let godmother know?” Hong Xintong waved at Bo Zicheng as soon as she saw him.

“They’re just classmates,” Mrs. Xu muttered, clearly indicating that her daughter’s future in-laws mattered far more than mere classmates—an attitude lacking any sense of propriety.

Because the story was set against interstellar warfare, the art design leaned toward a hard-edged style, lacking the flamboyance of animated films, but it still possessed a striking aesthetic.

The pain in her neck followed the memory of her last moments before losing consciousness. Luo Jiao opened her eyes to an unfamiliar environment, a trace of panic in her gaze.

As for Zhiniya, hearing Fatty’s words, she no longer teased but returned to her seat, sitting upright and staring ahead with a cold, dignified beauty. Her exquisite features, paired with this aloof demeanor, prompted many men nearby, captivated by her looks, to secretly take photos.

Inside the room were two police officers, one of whom was Officer Mu Tao—the very one who had taken him to the Huacheng detention center from Wanhua Town last time.

It was clear that Du Gu Xinlan was the most formidable, possessing a transcendent constitution. She was inseparable from Du Gu Xuanxuan, yet her power continued to grow, inspiring awe and terror.

The next day, Li Changfeng examined Liu Ruyan’s wound again and found the healing speed astonishing.

He severed the soul network temporarily established, operating at full capacity, boosting the mental reflexes of billions. With the restoration of the soul network protecting their mental states, Su Yuan, as one of its highest authorities, sensed the depletion of the power accumulated within the network.

Su Yuan bared his teeth, observing the suspicious Sanwei. Powerful energy surged from his hands, forcefully erasing Sanwei’s will from the tailed beast orb. White and black beams intertwined and fused into the orb, which pulsed, contracting and expanding like a heart, radiating a dangerous aura.

Anyone who survived a battlefield riddled with nuclear missiles would react this way. The soul network protected their minds, preventing those exposed to such weapons from succumbing to madness. Thus, most participants now possessed remarkable resilience.

May slipped away swiftly, and June arrived. For the Chinese people, this June was not merely about Children’s Day or the War God’s triumphant slaying of monsters in Taipei, achieving a triple victory—it was about the imminent college entrance examination.

At dawn, sunlight pierced the thick fog, and the training arena was packed to capacity, filled with a roaring crowd.

Yet these insights—Su Yuan and others who had attained forbidden status could not impart them. Truth and knowledge lay ahead, but to describe such ambiguous, chaotic realizations, impossible to convey even by spiritual communication, to Qing Xing Deng was not just difficult—it could potentially harm the demon immortals.

The female driver stopped what she was doing and rushed to the last row of the bus. Her gloved right hand, lined with white, reached through the shattered rear windshield and touched the boundary.

Li Zhi possessed keen intuition. After a brief introduction to pigeon habits, the future emperor immediately extrapolated various benefits pigeons could bring to the Tang Dynasty. Had someone explained this to him before?

It was best for Lin Hao not to get involved in this matter; he was not part of this circle, and meddling would serve him no good.

But after Qing Xing Deng launched an attack targeting the soul, and Esdeath Mokotpot’s evil energy enveloped him, the middle-aged man was completely immobilized. The corruption of his soul left a flaw; his powerful mind—capable of crashing a supercomputer—was brought to a standstill.

“What—!” Isabella reacted swiftly, drawing her sword to slash away several venomous snakes aiming to fall onto her. With a sweep, the severed snake bodies dropped to the ground.

“I really do miss him,” Xia Qianrui murmured, the image of Xiao Yu surfacing in her mind.

“The Han Dynasty has always blocked our access to warhorses. All two thousand are retired, aged horses. This is a scheme filled with malice; do not mention it again. Horses have always been the Achilles’ heel of our Jin Dynasty, and to use this as leverage—utterly unreasonable!” Yu Guozhong protested.

The murderous voice of Xiao Yu echoed across Hongya Wharf, heard clearly by millions.

The performances were selected from various regions—stilt walking, juggling, rope climbing, stool tricks, bowl balancing, and more. These skills, passed down among the people, were said to be performed by artists in places like Han and Zhou as well.

Mo Fan stared dumbfounded at his chest. He had been focusing intently on comprehending the destruction principles of the Destruction Stone, and his body seemed to synchronize with those principles, already assimilating a part of them.

He took out his phone, pondering whether to call Machi now to inquire about the Kuluta tribe.

“Big brother, I want to go in and see Liu Jiang,” Liu Huihua said through the window. Seeing the nurse forbidden to feed Liu Jiang and all the food spilled, she wanted to feed him herself.

“You haven’t brought any cargo, so we’ll let you go this time. Leave this sea immediately—let’s pretend we never met!” Jayne said earnestly, then turned to lead the pirates away.

Luo watched as the black cat vanished without a trace, a question mark popping over his head, feeling utterly out of place.

From Jun Qiluo’s account, he learned that when the news of the old lord of Poyang’s death arrived, he had been in West Yue. He rushed back to take her to West Yue, only to find her demise in a sea of fire had already spread throughout Sujing.

Because, in the past, whether at the Prince of Lang’s residence or in Yunhai Kingdom, no one had ever truly monitored him.

“Not good!” Ling Feng sensed a dangerous presence. He summoned the Mo Yu Sword, which unleashed several sharp sword lights toward the two spheres, attempting to shatter them.